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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.