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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.