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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Pole,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.