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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Can to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.