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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.