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 Cameroon 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.