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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.