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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.