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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.