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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.