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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.