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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '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 Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-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.