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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.