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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.