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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.