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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 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?
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.