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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.