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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.