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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.