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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Wire,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.