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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.