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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Music Machine to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.