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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.