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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.