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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.