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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.