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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.