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 Somalia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.