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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
cv313,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.