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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.