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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jandek to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.