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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.