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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
ABBA,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.