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 Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
UT,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.