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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Skarface,
The Doors,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.