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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.