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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Audionom,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.