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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.