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 Croatia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.