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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.