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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.