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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
UT,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.