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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Technova,
Rakim,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.