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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.