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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.