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 Slovakia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Urselle,
DNA,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.