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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.