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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.