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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.