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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
The Gories,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.