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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.