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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Cale to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Franke,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Q65,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.