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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Slave,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.