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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.