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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.