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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Shoche,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.