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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.