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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.