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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.