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 Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.