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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.