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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.