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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Japan to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.