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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Franke,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.