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 Dominica and from London.
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 Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.