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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.