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 Yemen and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
This Heat,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.