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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Television,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.