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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.