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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.