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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Franke,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.