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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 John Lydon 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.