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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.