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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.