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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.