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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.