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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.