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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.