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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
X-102,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.