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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.