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 Canada and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.