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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.