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 Iceland 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.