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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.