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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.