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 Czech Republic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.