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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.