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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.