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 Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.