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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.