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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.