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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.