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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Ice-T,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.