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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.