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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.