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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.