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 Montenegro 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.