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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.