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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.