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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.