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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ronnie Foster 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.