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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
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.