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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Television Personalities 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.