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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.