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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.