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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Nas,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Organ,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.