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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.