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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.