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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.