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 Panama 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.