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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 David McCallum to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Liliput,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.