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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.