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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.