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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.