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 St Lucia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.