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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.