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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.