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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.