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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.