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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.