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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.