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 London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Japan,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.