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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.