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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.