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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.