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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.