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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.