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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.