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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Alphaville to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.