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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.