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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.