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 Brunei 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s 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 Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
MDC,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.