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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.