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 Malawi 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.