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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Cluster,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.