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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.