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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.