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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.