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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.