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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.