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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 guitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.