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 Mexico 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.