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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.