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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.