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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.