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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
JFA,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.