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 Rwanda and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.