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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Wings,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.