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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.