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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Franke,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.