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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nico to the rap 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.