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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.