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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.