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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.