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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.