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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.