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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.