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 Niger 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.