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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.