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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
X-102,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.