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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.