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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Crime to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.