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 Burkina 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.