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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.