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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.