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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.