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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.