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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.