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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.