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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.