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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.