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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.