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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.