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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.