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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Fear,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.