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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.