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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 China Crisis 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.