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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.