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 United States and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.