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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.