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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Martian to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.