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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.