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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.