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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.