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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.