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 Paraguay 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.