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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
The Move,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.