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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.