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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
CMW,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.