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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.