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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.