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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.