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 Latvia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.