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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deakin to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Pole,
Monolake,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.