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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Can,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.