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 Panama 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Wings,
Quantec,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.