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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Techniques to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.