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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.