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 Japan and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Techniques to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.