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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.