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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.