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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Wake to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.