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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.