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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '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 The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.