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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.