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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.