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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Can,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.