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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.