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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s 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 The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.