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 Sweden 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Pole,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.