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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.