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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.