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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
JFA,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.