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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.