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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.