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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.