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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.