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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Litter to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.