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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.