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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.