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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
JFA,
CMW,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.