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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.