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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.