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 China and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
AZ,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.