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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Pagans,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.