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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.