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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Rekid,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.