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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.