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 Sweden and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Visage,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.