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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.