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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 The Cramps to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.