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 Bhutan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.