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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.