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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.