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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
The Residents,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.