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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.