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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.