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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.