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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Jawbox,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.