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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Faust,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.