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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Technova,
X-101,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.