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 Ecuador 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.