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 Germany and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.