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 Armenia and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Yaz,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
MDC,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.