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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Brick,
Section 25,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Darondo,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.