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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.