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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.