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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.