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 Portugal 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.