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 Kuwait and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
cv313,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.