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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.