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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.