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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.