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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.