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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.