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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.