Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.