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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.