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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Japan to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.