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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.