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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.