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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Magma,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.