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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.