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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.