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 Rwanda 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.