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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.