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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Scion,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.