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 Congo 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.