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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.