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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 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 Marc Almond to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.