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 Brazil 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.