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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.