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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.