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 Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.