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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Can,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Index,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.