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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.