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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Josef K,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.