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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.