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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.