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 Norway 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.