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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.