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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.