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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.