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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Nico,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.