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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 rhodes 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.