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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.