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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.