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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
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.