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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cowsills to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun 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?
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.