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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson 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 electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.