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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.