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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.