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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Can,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.