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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.