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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.