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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
MC5,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.