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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.