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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Main Source,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.