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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
AZ,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.