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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.