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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Monolake to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.