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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Franke,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.