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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.