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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.