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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Ken Boothe 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
The Move,
X-101,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.