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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Five Americans to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.