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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Television,
the Normal,
Index,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.