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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.