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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
DNA,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.