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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.