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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.