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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.