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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.