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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.