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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.