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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.