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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.