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 Jordan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.