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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Kayak,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.