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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the rap 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s 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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Monolake,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.