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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.