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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
cv313,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.