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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.