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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.