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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.