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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.