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 El Salvador 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.