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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Oneida,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.