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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.