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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DNA 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.