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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Television,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.