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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.