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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.