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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
New Order,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.