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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the grunge 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.