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 Libya and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.