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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Japan,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.