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 Norway and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.