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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.