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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.