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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Organ,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.