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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Fear,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.