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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.