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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.