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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.