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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
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Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.