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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 the Normal to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
ABBA,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.