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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Organ,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.