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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.