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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
The Gories,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.