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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Josef K,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.