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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.