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 Afghanistan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.