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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.