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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Mars,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
June Days,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.