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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
The Names,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.