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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
UT,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.