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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.