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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.