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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.