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 Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Technova,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.