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 Norway 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Techniques to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.