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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.