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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.