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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.