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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.