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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.