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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.