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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
The Martian,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.