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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.