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 Korea North 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.