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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 snare 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.