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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Nas,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.