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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Cluster,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.