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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.