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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.