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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.