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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Oneida,
The Move,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.