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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
The Standells,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.