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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.