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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.