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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.