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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.