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 Albania and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.