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 Saudi Arabia and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.