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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.