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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.