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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.