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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.