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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.