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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
The Standells,
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The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.