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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.