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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.