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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Smoke to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
AZ,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.