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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.