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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.