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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Organ,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.