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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Slave to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.