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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.