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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.