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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.