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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Wings,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.