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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.