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 Bahamas 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.