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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.