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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.