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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.