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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras 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 techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.