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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.