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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.