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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.