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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.