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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.