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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Flipper,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.