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 San Marino and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.