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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.