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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.