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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
10cc,
The Evens,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.