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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.