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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.