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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.