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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.