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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.