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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.