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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.