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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Index,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.