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 Tunisia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Faust,
Qualms,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.