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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
John Cale,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.