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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.