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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Pole,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.