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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.