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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.