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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
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Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.