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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.