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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.