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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.