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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.