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 Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.