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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.