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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.