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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.