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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.