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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.