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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Near. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.