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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.