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 Gabon 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.