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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Associates 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.