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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.