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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.