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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.