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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.