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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.