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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
New Order,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.