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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.