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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.