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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Television,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.