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 France and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.