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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.