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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.