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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.