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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Mars,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.