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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Yellowson 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.