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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.