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 Vietnam 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Can,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.