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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.