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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Inner City,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.