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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s 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 Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Wings,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.