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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.