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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 The Move to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.