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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.