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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Techniques to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Nico,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.