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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Can,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.