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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.