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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
This Heat,
AZ,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.