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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Organ,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.