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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Japan,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.