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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Shoche,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.