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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.