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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.