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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Gong,
The Motions,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.