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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Lyres,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.