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 Australia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.