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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
CMW,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.