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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.