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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.