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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.