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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Pole,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.