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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.