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 Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 PIL to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.