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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.