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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.