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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.