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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.