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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.