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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 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 Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.