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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.