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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.