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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Lalann to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.