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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Human League to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.