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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.