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 London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
June Days,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.