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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.