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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.