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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.