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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.