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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Organ,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.