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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.