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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
JFA,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.