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 Mexico 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.