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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
AZ,
DNA,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.