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 Iceland 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.