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 Ghana 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Magma,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.